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COLUMBIA COLLEGE, 



OCTOBER 37, 1858. 



BY 



JOHN MAC MULLEN, A.M. 






NEW YORK: 
JOHN F. TROW, PRINTER, 377 & 379 BROADWAY, 




CORNER OF TTHITE STREET. 

1858. 




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N^ATHA^ HALE, 



A POEM, 



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COLUMBIA COLLEGE, 

OCTOBER 27, 1858. 

BY 

JOHN MAC MULLE]^, A. M, 



NEW YORK: 
JOHN F. TROW, PRINTER, 377 & 379 BROADWAY, 

CORNER OF -WHITE STREET. 
1858. 



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NATHAN HALE: 

A POEM, 

DELIVERED BEFORE THE 

^liimui l^ssariatioii of (![oIiimI)ici Calltgc, 

OCTOBER 27, 1858. 

BY JOHN MAC MULLEN, A.M. 



Come all Alumni gather round ; 

I tell of courage liigh ; 
Of Nathan Hale, a college boy, 

One not afraid to die. 
His father a stout yeoman was ; 

In Coventry his birth ; 
And never shone the golden sun 

On one of loftier worth. 

'Twas leafy June when he was born ; 

Dame Earth was in her best, 
When his mother smiled, and the grave Deacon 

His little boy caressed. 
They little thought that he, so small 

And tender, lying there, 
Was of hero-mould ; had a head to plan. 

And a heart could boldly dare. 



He sported 'neath the maple-leaf, 

And the oak-tree's sturdy bough, 
Till his limbs grew long, and his bones grew strong ; 

And few could him follow. 
To ride, to shoot, to speak the truth, 

To wrestle, jump, and climb. 
Such was the life his frame to knit. 

His courage to sublime. 

They thought to make him a man of God, 

And the village pastor, he 
Taught him the tongues of Greece and Eome 

With their deeds of chivalry. 
How Brutus the consul stern adjudged 

His traitor sons to death : 
How Curtius leaped in the yawning gulf 

That closed ere they drew their breath : 

How Decius stood on the blood-stained spear, 

And doomed himself to die ; 
And how the Fabii fought and fell. 

That house so great and high. 
He read of Thermopylae — sainted name — 

And of proud Plataea's day, 
And of him so prompt his Thebes to serve 

In the highest or humblest way. 



! heroes of old, so true and bold, 

Undying and sacred band ! 
How many ye've taught who have valiantly fought 

For Freedom and Fatherland ! 
Your spirit has breathed from the pages read 

In every College hall. 
Till their upturned thrones have crushed the bones 

Of oppressors proud and tall. 

And never a nobler youth hath read, 

In these chronicles of old. 
Of the steadfast men who honor loved 

Far more than life or gold. 
His fine eye flashed, and his red cheek glowed, 

And his head was lifted high. 
As he dreamed that he, in a noble cause. 

Full gallantly might die. 

He little thought that a few short years 

Should see him calmly stand, 
With an eye undimmed and a cheek unblenched 

In the midst of a hostile band : 
And that never bold Koman or gallant Greek, 

In their proudest days, could say 
More heroic words than his youthful lips 

Gave forth on their dying day. 



When lie entered the halls of Mother Yale, 

And trod beneath her elm, 
He seemed some heaven-sent Mercury, 

With winged feet and helm ; 
For he was tall, well knit, and strong ; 

No goodlier youth was seen : 
And in after years men proudly showed 

His leap on the College Green. 

Many a maiden turned again 

His graceful form to scan. 
Where nature featly had conjoined 

All that dehghts in man. 
The sparkling eye, the noble brow. 

The bearing frank and free, 
The pleasant wit, the genial smUe, 

The inborn courtesy. 

The priests of old from out their herds 

The goodliest always chose ; 
Upon fair Freedom's altar he 

Was offered even as those ; 
And of all the glorious martyrs bold 

That for mankind have died. 
None more unflinchingly stood up 

In the bloom of manly pride. 



To earn liis bread like an honest man, 

When his college days were o'er, 
He took his seat at the teacher's desk 

And taught what he learned before. 
The path of knowledge still he smoothed, 

And strewed it o'er with flowers ; 
And all have said that 'neath his rule 

Swift fled the happy hours. 

'Twas thus two years in peace had passed, 

Till war was on the gale. 
The yeomen saw the gath'riug cloud. 

But were not men to quad. 
It burst at last on Lexington : 

It burst in bloody rain : 
And through the land the cry rang out, 

" Our brethren have been slain ! " 

This war-cry to New London came. 

Where Hale sat in his school. 
Then straightway rose the hero up ; 

Left copy-book and rule. 
" I've passed among you pleasant days : 

But those pleasant days are o'er. 
My country calls ; I leave my books. 

And gird me up for war." 



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Lieutenant by Connecticut, 

By Congress Captain made, 
He girt fast to his slender waist 

His bloodless battle-blade. 
New London bis first station was ; 

But soon the eastern camp, 
Before beleaguered Boston, beard 

His and bis comrades' tramp. 

No carpet-knigbts were tbese young men ; 

Their station was in front. 
Of sorties from the penned-uj) foe 

They often bore the brunt. 
To Putnam's tent he often went ; 

Spencer and Sullivan, 
Lord Stirling, Greene, all loved him well 

As officer and man. 



When, Fabius-like, our Washington, 

By firm and wise delay. 
Had forced our hireling enemies 

From Boston and her bay. 
To our city here he quickly marched. 

To face them once again : 
For they had come with bristling fleet 

Across the briny main. 



The Asia, sixty-four gun ship, 

In our East Kiver lay. 
A sloop was anchored 'neath her guns, 

To us a wished-for j)rey : 
For she was full of army stores, 

While our men were in want ; 
But she was girt with dangers round. 

That stout hearts well might daunt. 

Cool heads and ready hands must be 

With those would cut her out ; 
Yet Hale soon found in those around 

Stout arms and hearts as stout. 
They choose a light and handy boat, 

And muffle well each oar. 
Then wait the friendly veil of night 

To reach the further shore. 



" 'Tis dark enough now, men, and we 

Are far enough above ; 
Silent and steady make your strokes 

Our well-manned barge to shove. 
The moon goes down at midnight ; we 

Must hug the other side 
Until we reach the opposing point. 

And there in patience bide." 



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All patiently they sit and watch 

The moon go down the sky ; 
And can, from far, the Asia's masts, 

And frowning hull descry. 
A single gun from that dark hull 

Could sweep them all to death ; 
But calm they eye her as she lies. 

And wait their leader's breath. 

The moon has touched the horizon's edge ; 

And now her silver light 
Gently withdraws and leaves them all 

Involved in deepest night. 
" This rising wind will serve our turn ; 

The tide is strongest now ; 
Quiet and quick the watchword is ; 

We'll board her on the bow." 



The Asia's watch, from her high deck, 

Can nothing hear or see, 
Save rushing wind or swashing wave 

To windward or to lee ; 
But the light bark speeds bravely on, 

Until they dimly spy 
The topmost rigging of the sloop 

Against the darkening sky. 



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They reach her bow, make fast, and then, 

Like leaping panthers, spring ; 
Silent and swift they make their way ; 

With hands and feet they cling. 
The drowsy watch they gag and bind ; 

Then pass them all below ; 
Clap on the hatch ; the cable cut ; 

And with the tide they go. 

Then slowly, quietly, they hoist 

Some sail for steerage way. 
Hale takes the helm ; and steady steers, 

Hoping the dawn of day. 
It comes at last, that longed-for light. 

From God's own blessed hand. 
It gilds the sky ; it gilds the stream ; 

And gilds the wished-for strand. 

" Hurrah, we're safe ; the prize is won ; 

Now up with every sail ; 
And let her cleave the foaming waves, 

Before the favoring gale. 
We've blankets for our needy men, 

And shoes to fence their feet, 
And joyously, upon the wharves, 

Our coming soon they'll greet." 



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The wharves are crowded ; thronging round 

They eye the distant sail ; 
And many a hope, and many a fear, 

Weighs down the alternate scale ; 
But, as she nearer comes, their hopes 

Their many fears o'erwhelm. 
They see, they know those on her deck. 

And Hale is at the helm. 

— " Hurrah for Hale." — Each manly throat 

Kings out its heartfelt joy. 
" Ha, ha ! John Bull but little thought 

We'd thus his stores employ." 
She nears the wharf ; down drop the sails ; 

The sloop is quickly moored ; 
Hale makes report ; his men march ofT ; 

There floats the prize secured. 

But soon, alas, our Hale grew sick, 

And, as he lay along, 
The British landed at Gravesend, 

Ten thousand muskets strong. 
Out there, upon Long Island's plains, 

The hirehng Hessians stood, 
With the ranks of England's red-coat slaves 

That shed our brethren's blood. 



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They turned our flank upon the left, 

And gallant Sullivan, 
'Twixt Clinton and De Heister's fire. 

Lost many a daring man. 
Discomfited and sad of heart, 

Within their lines they lay ; 
Till Washington across the stream 

Safe drew them all away. 

God sent to him a favoring wind, 

And kindly shrouding fog, 
That baffled Clinton's best bloodhounds 

His steps they could not dog. 
But our great leader's mighty heart 

With anguish deep was rent, 
To think how many a freeman's head 

Low down in death had bent. 

Stirling and Sullivan were ta'en ; 

Sore sick the gallant Greene ; 
And many a once familiar face 

Was nowhere to be seen. 

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There lay the foe across the stream, 

But he'd no way to learn 
What force they had, or how disposed, 

That he might their blows return. 



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He called a council, and 'twas fixed 

That some superior man 
Must spy them out, and make report, 

And all their works must plan. 
To Colonel Knowlton 'twas assigned 

To find the man they sought ; 
He called his officers around, 

And earnest with them wrought. 

But each one, silent, hung his head, 

Or turned liim cold away. 
To he a spy, though sore the need, 

That part they could not play. 
Hale had come late to council, and 

Was pale from his sick bed. 
But when he saw them all draw hack 

He lifted up his head. 

" 111 undertake it," calm and clear, 

From his young lips outbroke : 
But all the council crowded round, 

And each against it spoke. 
For he was loved by all the corps. 

Both officers and men, 
They sorrowed o'er him sick, and joyed 

To see his face ag-ain. 



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" Nay Hale, it cannot, must not be. 

An officer a spy ! 
And if discovered, from a tree 

Hung like a thief to die ! 
Let some one from the ranks go out 

Or some camp follower keen. 
Your epaulettes, for all our sakes. 

You should not thus demean." 



— " Hold, comrades, hold. — Your words are vain. 

I thank you for your love ; 
But there are higher, holier thoughts. 

Such earthly thoughts above. 
We are not here on gay parade, 

Our epaulettes to show. 
We fight for freedom, undismayed, 

Against a powerful foe. 

" Our General asks it. Would he ask 

Dishonoring deed or wrong ? 
No ! and his voice my country's is. 

For her my heart is strong 
To dare a felon's death, or aught 

May help her at her need. 
If we draw back how can we pray 

Our Grod her cause to speed ? 



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" Whate'er she needs as glorious is, 

For me, as loftiest plume 
That ever decked the warrior's meed, 

Where guns and swords make room. 
So good-bye, comrades ; if I fall, 

Some one will take my place ; 
And, soon or late, in peace or war. 

Each man must end his race." 

So spake this youthful heart and bold. 

This patriot pure and high ; 
Nor did his manly deeds his words, 

In any point, belie. 
To head-quarters he was ordered, they 

Were then at Murray Hill, 
That he might clear instructions get, 

And learn his General's will. 



Long time talked they together there, 

Two noblest among men ; 
But never, on this earth of ours. 

From that time met again. 
One died in honored age, and one 

In his youthful bloom was slain. 
With a heart as pure, and a soul as high. 

As e'er felt joy or pain. 



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Hale took the guise of schoolmaster, 

Wandering in search of work, 
'Neath plain brown clothes and broad-brimmed hat 

His purposes must lurk. 
He crossed the Sound at Norwalk, 

When all was still and dark. 
And safely trod on hostile ground 

Ere rising of the lark. 

Through English, Hessians, Waldeckers, 

He passed in safety on, 
Striving their numbers all to note. 

And all their works to con. 
From Brooklyn he crossed over here, 

And passed along our streets ; 
Though every soldier was his foe, 

Yet all he calmly meets. * 

A single instant could bring him 

To gibbet and to rojie ; 
But, in College Latin, still he notes 

All that's within his scope. 
At length, the information gained. 

Placed safe within his shoe, 
He crossed again to Brooklyn, 

And from their lines withdrew. 



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'Twas early morn when on the shore, 

At Huntington, he stood. 
He waited but the appointed boat 

To bear him o'er the flood. 
'Twas close by Jesse Fleet's. The leaves 

Were fluttering on the trees ; 
The rippling waves, in changing curves, 

Obeyed the wandering breeze. 

His task was done ; the risk was run ; 

His knowledge all secure. 
He'd but to cross the Sound again, 

And all would then be sure. 
A boat comes round the point. — 'Tis she,- 

The bark to bear him o'er. 
He stands to wait, in careless ease, 

*Her progress to the shore. 

— Too late ! too late ! he sees his fault. — 

The British uniform 
Is in the boat ; and near must float 

Some ship where foes thick swarm. 
He turns too late ! the sheltering trees 

He never more may gain. 
" Stand or you die ! " — He yields perforce, 

And in the boat is ta'en. 



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How bitter ! oh how bitter to 

The young and sanguine heart ! 
When the cup is dashed to earth that he 

Kaised up with lips apart. 
But Hale his sadly sinking heart 

Has force enough to hide, 
A patient prisoner calm he meets 

Whatever may betide. 

They reach the ship, the Halifax, 

And, when on deck they stand, 
The lounging idlers crowd around 

To see who's come from land. 
Quick from the crowd a renegade 

Cries out " 'Tis Nathan Hale ! 
— A rebel dog — I know him well." 

Hale turned a moment pale. 

The shadow of his coming fate 

Fell on him as he stood ; 
And, for a single instant, it 

Congealed his youthful blood. 
But no fell fate a brave man daunts. 

And soon his manly pride 
Fired his full eye, and flushed his cheek, 

And spread his nostrils wide. 



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As if he scorned the traitor's blood, 

That fought against his land, 
And raised, midst hosts of hireling swords, 

His parricidal brand. 
This traitor his own cousin was ; 

A wretch, who kindred ties 
And patriot hopes, «ur holiest thoughts, 

Could both ahke despise. 

The Captain lent unwilling ear 

To charges such as these, 
Against a youth of form and face 

Each manly heart to please. 
But when, within Hale's shoe, were found 

The plans and notes he'd ta'en. 
He sent him to the city here with 

Ill-dissembled pain. 

At two o'clock, on that same morn. 

The demon fire had waked 
The sleepers from their pleasant dreams, 

And they with terror quaked. 
For the roaring flames came leaping on 

From Whitehall up each street, 
House after house devouring, till 

Our College Green they meet. 



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There stayed their waves. The changing wind 

Their billows backward swept, 
But five hundred homes were desolate, 

And many a woman wept. 
Such the sad scene that met Hale's eyes, 

As from the boat he came, — 
The clanging bells, the rolling smoke, 

And the far flashing flame. 

But close they guarded him, and led, 

To where, on Murray HOI, 
Sir Wilham Howe's head-quarters were, 

In Beekman's mansion still. 
Its owner a true patriot was, 

And to ^sopus fled. 
They seized his house, and rang his halls 

To the hated Briton's tread. 



In the garden stood a greenhouse, and 

They brought the captive there. 
The place was shorn of all its flowers, 

The tiled floor was bare. 
Bound, but undaunted, waiting doom, 

The youthful Captain stood. 
Whate'er he felt, his manly front 

Betrayed no changing mood. 



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Sir William Howe sat there to judge, 

With officers beside, 
Their captive clad in plain homespun, 

And they in all their pride : 
Yet that young man so plain arrayed, 

In history's page shall live, 
When their gewgaws and titles all 

No lingering gleam shall give. 

Short was his trial, sharp his doom — 

At daybreak he must die. 
And now's led forth to hold secure 

Till dawning tints the sky. 
Close guarded to his prison cell. 

The doors upon him close. 
And he is left to think all night. 

Or seek disturbed repose. 

Our College then a prison was, 

And it may be that Hale 
Was placed within its strong stone walls, 

With many a prisoner pale. 
Yes ! in those halls where we've oft read 

Of the heroes true of old, 
This youthful hero slept, perhaps, 

Before his death-knell toUed. 



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Old College ! tliou art gone, — and those 

Sweet memories of youth 
That clustered fondly round thee ; 

Young friendship's bright-eyed truth ; 
The genial hours we all have spent 

Beneath those grand old trees, 
That rose, like towers, from out the earth, 

Huge palaces of leaves ; 

That pleasant green that heard so oft 

Youth's light and ringing laugh. 
Ere we went on life's pilgrimage. 

With sober scrip and staff ; 
Those lecture-rooms, where smothered jokes 

With learning we inwove ; 
Those chambers underground, where wits 

In tilt and tourney strove ; 

The many spots more sacred made 

By memories of the dead, 
Those who imtimely left our sides 

To seek their lowly beds ; — 
Are gone ! all gone .! and what is more. 

The very earth's removed, 
Where trod the springing footsteps oft 

Of those we knew and loved. 



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Oil ! had it not been better, still 

To leave, midst mammon's waste, 
That one green spot, those strong old walls, 

Where patriot prisoners paced ! 
I speak not of our private griefs. 

But, in this age of ours, 
We hurry on with heedless hand 

To pluck both fruit and flowers, 

Not thinking of those men of old 

Who shivered and who bled, 
That we might all go warmly clothed, 

And with the best be fed. 
Had our old College, the Provost, 

The Sugar House been kejDt, 
Where crowded patriots moaned, grew sick. 

And then in silence slept : 

No place more holy could have been 

Than where they used to pine. 
And no more touching monument 

Could architect divine. 
Amidst our city's wealth and pride 

They should have sacred been. 
As shrines where patriot pilgrims still 

Some holy thoughts might glean. 



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Thus Hale must have thought, in his lonely cell, 

Of the martyrs bright of old, 
The long, long line that have shed their blood 

More precious far than gold. 
They that have striven to raise our race 

From all that's low and vile, 
And borne, unshrinking, chains and death, 

Eough rope or blazing pile. 

But tenderer thoughts came throbbing through 

His warm and youthful heart. 
Of home and friends, and her, from whom 

'Twas death indeed to part. 
How oft he'd watched her graceful form 

On household cares intent ! 
How oft beside the spinning wheel 

As, to and fro, she went ! 

And, when the wars were over, she 

Had promised him to wed ; 
Now, — he must die a felon's death, 

And sleep in lonely bed. 
He asked a Bible. — 'Twas refused. 

He sought a man of Grod, — 
But Cunningham his jailer was ; 

More brutal never trod. 



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With coarse, loud laugli lie answered him, 

With oath, and gibe, and jeer. 
Ev'n when he asked for paper, but 

To write to those most dear. 
A young lieutenant of the guard 

Could not this sight endure, 
But, ere he left, saw paper given 

To Hale in hand secure. 

Thus he sate down to write that nio-ht 

His farewell words to those. 
So near, so dear, now dearer still 

Since life was at its close. 
His sisters one, his parents one. 

His brothers, now afar. 
Fair Alice one, — her lovely eyes 

Those lines will sadly mar. 

His task is done, the light is gone — 

He sits there in the dark, 
And tears will course adown his cheeks, 

Since none are by to mark. 
But one and twenty summers had 

Strewn flowers along his path. 
Respect, affection, friendship, love, 

Yes ! all this bright life hath. 



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'Twas hard to leave them. Hard to die, 

From every friend away, 
A felon's death, midsfc flouting foes. 

Who'd mock his senseless clay ; — 
But soon his mind took loftier tone. 

As he thought of duty done ; 
And ielt that the love of earth's best men 

With his life he'd nobly won. 

He knew his comrades would feel sad, 

His friends forget him not ; 
But he wondered if, in after years, 

The same would be his lot ; 
If we should win our freedom, and 

Men histories should indite. 
If they, in them, on any page, 

His youthful name would write : 

If the students of our colleges 

Would ever hear that one, 
A son of Yale, in Columbia slept, 

To die with the rising sun. 
Yes ! Hale ! across the gulf of years, 

I'm standing here to-night 
To tell them how you died for us, 

And left this pleasant light. 



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Here, in the mightiest city that 

This broad, broad land can claim, 
I'm telling old Columbia's sons 

Of you and of your fame. 
God grant some hearts here in this throng 

With the sacred fire may burn 
That lit your steps on glory's path 

That gilds your funeral urn ! 

, Let them not wait occasion grand, 

But fill the present need. 
As high your fame, a spy who died. 

As theirs that in battle bleed. 
Let them Columbia's honored name 

With added fame increase. 
And take their place midst that bright throng 

The patriots of peace. 

But see ! the first gray streaks of dawn 

Come stealing o'er the sky ; 
Hale leaves his restless couch that he 

May dress himself to die. 
They come, — ^he meets them with calm face. 

And walks with firmest tread ; 
Upright his graceful, manly form, 

Uplifted is his head. 



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'Twas on a Sunday morning thus 

They led him forth to die, 
Saddening the quiet of the streets 

With their death melody ; 
But midst their flashing ranks 

The pinioned prisoner paced 
Proudly, as he a conqueror were. 

And they his triumph graced. 

In Chambers Street they halted ; and 

The brutal Cunningham, 
With negro Dick, his hangman foul, 

Their cursed work began. 
There was a graveyard to the north. 

And from a branching tree 
The fatal noose hangs ready 

That's to set his spirit free. 

Now, from his vest, young Hale takes out 

The letters that he wrote, 
To Cunningham he hands them there. 

Who must their contents note. 
But see ! he tears them up, and flings 

Their fragments on the ground. 
" The cursed rebels ne'er shall know 

Such man's among them found." 



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'Twas a bitter pang that thrilled through Hale, 

When he those fragments saw ; 
But higher still did he lift his head, 

And his curling lip up draw. 
With cool contempt he gazed on him, 

As turned the brute about, 
And jeering called for his dying speech — 

'Twas then those words broke out : 

" My sole regret is that I've but 

One life our land to give." 
The furious brute laid hands on him, 

That he might not longer live. 



'Tis done ! — His manly form now swmgs 
Between the earth and heaven. 

The tender ties that bound him here 
Thus rudely all are riven. 

We know not where they buried him, 

Belike beneath the tree ; 
But patriot memories cluster there. 

Where'er the spot may be. 



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Yes ! youthful martyr ! all our isle 

To us more sacred's made, 
Since on her breast thy manly form 

In death's deep sleep was laid. 

And still when comes September, 

The month that saw thy death, 
And the forest leaves begin to change 

Beneath the frost-king's breath, 
In cottage and in College hall, 

Throughout our wide-spread land. 
Let each faithful heart recall thy part 

Amidst the patriot band. 

Yes ! all our youths that manliest are, 

And con the historic page. 
Shall feel in turn thy patriot fire 

To honor still their age. 
Young maids, at twilight musing, sigh, 

Soft-murmuring, and look grave. 
As memory wliispers them of one 

So handsome and so brave. 



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